Chapter 5 : Art Class

The bell rings and 4th-period starts, students start crowding into the classroom some taking their usual seats while some sneak to sit next to their friends. I sit in my normal seat which is in the back next to the big glass window, The view of the large front lawn Insight.

Art is one of my favorite subjects probably my top favorite. that's one of my hidden talents, I love drawing ever since I was young, growing up my mom wanted to put me in art classes but I refused. I've always told my self I'm not that good at drawing.

Mrs. Hillary aka Mrs. H is one of the best art teachers I know. she's an inspiration. She's been in tv interviews, meetings, and met some famous artists. She even got an opportunity to work for the best company in New York but she passed it up. Now that I think about it, I wonder why she passed it up.

Someone's presence snaps me from my thoughts, turning to my left I see Brett. He smiles at me then chuckles noticing my reaction. What's he doing here?

Duh stupid! he's in this class!

Shut it brain!

"Hey beautiful stranger," He winks my way and I find myself blushing like an idiot. "Hey," I mumble, staring at the wooden table.

"I make you nervous?" He said making me shoot my head up to look at him confused, he chuckles. "I'm kidding but I like that I make you blush," I bite back my smile as Mrs.H walks into the classroom holding a big poster board. She sits it down and smiles.

"Good morning my beautiful students!" She says happily. Everyone says good morning after.

"I've got an exciting assignment for each and every one of you. You're going to love!" She claps her hands together and smiles.

"I've never seen a teacher so excited at school before," Brett whispers to me making me chuckle. He's seriously gotta stop that.

Mrs.H grabs the big poster board and leans it on the paint stool then turns it around. We all gasp at the beautiful painting that's insight.

It's a painting of a girl with long black hair, a yellow belly shirt and a towel wrapped around her waist. I told you Mrs.H was the best art teacher.

"Wow.," I whispered while eyeing every detail on the painting. "This is a painting of my daughter, Joanna that I painted myself." She brushed the painting with her fingers tips lightly.

"Well, Joanna can get it! If you know what I mean," A guy on the football team yelled, across the room with a smirk making the class laugh. I roll my eyes so does Mrs. H

"Would you like to spend all your game nights in this classroom for detention for a month?" She smiles sarcastically. The class Oouus's as the jock goes silent. I snicker under my breath.

"Ok good. today's assignment I want all of you to draw out your dream. a dream that you had last night or the day before as LONG as it's appropriate."

"Aw man, there goes that grade!" The same jock says as I roll my eyes. Guys are disgusting.

Mrs.H sits at her desk as the class starts talking to their friends and getting started.

"Um about that yeah I won't be able to do that," Brett stared at the big poster board that has been passed out now in front of him.

"Why?"

He hesitates for a second."I'm not a good artist," He avoided eye contact. "Me either but I never get a bad grade."

Brett finally makes eye contact then stares back at the poster board. "Plus I can't draw out my dream," I frown in confusion. was it that bad?

"Why? Was it bad?"

"No, actually it was really beautiful. I just—"

Brett gets interrupted by the classroom door slamming open revealing a smoking hot Damon. he's always late for this class, And every other class.

I notice his hair is messy and he has some lip gloss on his lips and a hickey on his neck. I turn my gaze towards my fingers, already knowing him and Scarlett had a 'conversation' in the janitors closet.

It hurts every time but it hurts, even more, knowing what they actually did.

You shouldn't care, Hermione, he's not yours.

I know I shouldn't care and I don't.

I'm so lying to my self.

"Mr. Conway you are late, again, " Mrs.H said keeping her gaze on her laptop. Damon rolls his eyes and makes his way to me and Brett.

He notices Brett and scoffs.

I widen my eyes realizing he's In Damon's seat. "Move it, pretty boy."

"I'm flattered but I prefer girls," Brett smirked as Damon rolls his eyes. "You're in my seat. Now move."

"Technically it's. not it's the schools, But next time don't be late. plus I don't think Hermione wants to sit next to a jerk," He shrugged and I widened my eyes.

No one and I mean no one in this school gets smart with Damon. They know what he's capable of if they ever did. Both him and my brother together during a fight is a war you do not want to witness.

Damon looks at me for a couple of seconds then back at Brett. "Then why is she sitting with you?"

OOF.

Why do I find him even more attractive when he's like this?

"Will you tell your boyfriend here to move?" I blush at the word 'boyfriend'

"Mr. Conway sit somewhere else and get started on your work, please." Saved by Mrs.H, Thank you.

Damon looks at me making me feel self-conscious with his stare. He's probably thinking how I'm pathetic and ugly. My face heats up and I gaze away from him.

Oh no... Here come the butterflies again.

Ugh, go away!

Damon smirks at me. I saw from the corner of my eye as he sits at a table away from us, facing our way.

Great.

Not.

* * * * * *

I smile at my drawing and think back to my dream I had last night and every night for the past 7 years.

It's a picture of a girl and a guy hugging each other tightly as if they never wantes to let go.

Ok fine. the picture was a dream of me a Damon. Don't judge me, I'm sure every girl has had dreams about their crushes.

A/N: ONCE AGAIN THE PICTURE IS NOT MINE, AS YOU CAN SEE BY THE SIGNATURE AT THE BOTTOM!!

I obviously had to cover his face or hell would happen. I smile wishing my dream would come true someday.

I'm the opposite of from pretty. trust me I've been told I'm not pretty at all and I agree.

At some point in my life when people started calling me ugly, I didn't believe them. But, the more I heard it. The more I believed it.

It's hard trying to ignore people but when someone constantly tells you how ugly you are, you can't help but believe their words.

I tried hard not to let them get to me.

I really did.

But they won that war.

"Wow, that's amazing work. and you said you're not a good artist," Brett eyed my work and I mumble a Thanks as I feel Damons eyes on me, again for the last 2o minutes.

Those butterflies are still there. They'll never go away until Damon's not in the same room as me.

"She's an artist too? What can she not do?" He nudges my shoulder a little and I laugh slightly.

"This was your dream? A boy and a girl hugging?"

Yes.. yes it was.

"Well, I mean we can't control our dreams, r-right?" My cheeks turn a little red and I look around the class.

Trying really hard to ignore Damon's stare.

"Does someone have a crush?" He asked teasingly and this makes Damien glare into my soul.

Ugh, why?!

"No! Who told you that?!" I bite down on my bottom lip. As I did, I saw Damon shift uncomfortably in his chair, still staring at me.

God, what does he want?!

"I-I mean n-no," Damnit stop stuttering!

"Your cheeks says otherwise beautiful," Curse my blushing syndrome!

Ok not a real thing but in this case, I might have discovered it.

"I don't, and even if I did they wouldn't like me back. actually, no one would," I frown a little bit and glance at Damon from the corner of my eye who's still staring at me intensely.

"Why would you think no one would?" I shake my head wanting this conversation to end. Mrs. H started walking around the classroom, checking everyone's work progress. She looks at me and smiles, walking over.

"I know you have something amazing for me, Hermione," I smiled as she leans over to check my work.

"This was a very beautiful dream, is this you?" I shake my head rapidly but give her a look she would understand.

She nods and winks making me blush. I already know what she's thinking. Mrs. H is my top favorite teacher, she's like my second best friend. I can tell her anything.

Well, not everything. I can never tell anyone everything that's on my mind because I'm afraid they'll judge me.

"Well, I'm just going to grade this and keep it safe. unless you'd want it back," I shake my head.

"Not really," She nods her head and walks away.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" I start putting my things away into my backpack, seeing that we only have five more minutes left of class.

"That look you gave the teacher," Why does he want to know everything?

"Nothing so drop it," I get up slipping my book bag over my shoulder and walking over to Mrs. H's desk.

Damon's eyes follow my every movement and I fold my arms over my stomach, hoping the butterflies will go away.

"Can I leave a few minutes early Mrs. H?" I asked, hoping she'll say yes.

"Of course but we will talk about this 'Not crush' you have later," She winked and I smile, nodding my head and leaving her classroom.

I sighed deeply and leaned on the wall. Finally, the butterflies are gone.

Why does he have to make me feel this way?

I make my way to my locker grabbing my chemistry book and homework. I stuff them into my bookbag as the bell rings.

I'm on my way to chem when someone pulls me into an empty classroom. I squeal a little only to see Damon with a glare on his face.

Aw shít, here we go again.

Those damn freaking butterflies again.

Cue the racing heartbeat and me becoming nervous.

I glance at the window on the door noticing some people looking curiously.

No this is not good!

I don't want people getting the wrong idea!

"I'm just gonna go," I turn sideways about to walk away when he grabs my wrist, turning me around. I hit is hard chest and back away quickly feeling my heart flutter.

"What?" I asked not meeting his intense gaze. I hate being this close to him. He makes my heart race and I like it's gonna jump out of my chest, and into his hands.

"You seem nervous, muffin." His voice was deep and low. I blush at his nickname for me and hide behind my hair.

"Is that what you came here to tell me?" I mumbled.

"Not really, but I want to know who is he?" This makes me look up at him. Bad idea.

His eyes are dark brown now. Not the hazel and beautiful eyes I'm used to.

"Who is who?" I asked in confusion.

"Who's the jerk you have a crush on?"

Well, that jerk would be you, but you don't need to know that. Wait why does he care about who I have a crush on?

"I don't have a crush anyone. even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," I roll my eyes.

"Stop playing games with me Hermione," Hearing him say my name. I know he's serious.

"Why do you care anyway? You have a girlfriend who is my best friend," His mood changes and he scoffs.

"I don't care who you have a crush on. You know how Harley is," He said like it was obvious.

"So this is about Harley? I don't get you. You act as if you care then you mention Harley," I shake my head getting irritated.

"Harley cares about you and if something's not right, I tell him." I stare at him for a few seconds.

"Bye Damon."

I Leave the classroom, Hurrying to class.

Great now I'm three minutes.

What else can go wrong?!